Billy had some trouble steering, but he had no trouble speeding. He roared out onto the country road that was out in front of his father's farm. He sped down the road until he made it to Interstate Highway 79. And the military chased him the entire way.
After swerving onto the highway, travelling south, Phil told him to slow down.
"Why?" Billy asked.
"Look around you."
They all looked. There were many other cars, most of them were black gothic cars. A lot of them looked almost exactly like the one Billy was driving.
"It's our own camouflage," Phil said. "Those fucking soldiers won't be able to find us." He smiled.
Billy did what he said and the military lost track of them. Chris wanted to keep pursuing them, but he had orders to continue his sweep through the area. They had to contain this, at least, so that it didn't spread. There wasn't anything he could do for his friend Phil anyway, even if he did catch him. So, they turned back.
After about ten minutes, Billy and his parents and Phil came to a rest stop. Since they were sure that they had outrun the military, they decided to stop and get some air.
